Tag Archives: Self-Improvement

Expect Respect

Why Associate With People Who Do Not Respect You? That’s the question. Why should we associate or be involved with people who do not respect us? Why be friends with, or go to a church or be part of a group or organization where you are treated as a second class citizen? Seriously? You wereContinue reading “Expect Respect”

Rock Bottom

Recovery Poem By Chris Bunton There comes a point in a person’s life where things must change.They have hurt themselves, and others.They have lost everything they had.They have even lost their way.It’s a point, where the failures and the terrible things of their past rise up to haunt them.They must change or perish. Because of whatContinue reading “Rock Bottom”

Am I Better?

Recovery Thoughts By Chris Bunton Over the years I have wondered. “Am I a better human being than I was before? or am I just sober?” Are we really better? or are we just trying to avoid trouble, keep from hurting our family, stay out of prison, or make more money? Are we better humanContinue reading “Am I Better?”

Does Your Life Suck?

First, stop cursing yourself. Say good things about yourself, and your life. Speak goodness into your life, and into your mind. I know things are hard. I’ve had hard times too. But, things will not change until you change them. The hard times are designed to get you to seek God, and start you moving.Continue reading “Does Your Life Suck?”

Adventure Where You Are

Encouragement by Chris Bunton Traveling is an adventure. It’s the hope of seeing new things and getting that ‘Wow” factor that thrills you. It’s also that feeling of enlightenment, when you have experienced something that moves you, or alters your life, or fills a void, or answers a question for you. It’s something that movesContinue reading “Adventure Where You Are”

The Monsters Come

By Chris Bunton Every morn, the monsters come.They come to attack my day.Every morn it’s the same,and every day, they strive away. The skeletons from closets scream,while vampires claw from crypts.They draw and draw until I am spent.Every day they come. The Monsters come. Ghosts of words unsaid,and desires of demons ripping.Wraiths of past thingsContinue reading “The Monsters Come”